The Heart on My Sleeve
A Poem About Blocked Emotions
The heart I wear on my sleeve is fake
Tattooed on long ago
When I forgot how to check my emotions
For each experience, each setting, each person;
It’s all too exhausting to keep track of
Day after day
Year after year—
Which are my emotions, which are yours,
A reflection I am forced to feed back to you
Just so I can fit in
In public
To society
With you;
I am too tired to maintain this charade
Hiding my emotions deep down
Putting on a mask for the show;
I yearn for a real connection
Real emotion
Real me—
But who am I
Really?
About the Creator
Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
Learn more about me: thewritersscrapbin.com
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